Shells

Shells

Chapter Three

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you all so much for reading 🧡 enjoy some good angst hehe i promise the next chapter will be more lighthearted

"That's what I'm here to find out."

✫彡wordcount: 2.5k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): not edited, captivity, sickness, suicide attempt(kinda?), panic attack, mood swings, a single slap(not towards reader)

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass @wnewoo @catwhisk

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San and his mate are the first ones to arrive after Hongjoong cries out in anguish. They don't bother to announce themselves when they get to the den. San scoops up his shorts and shimmies them on while Angel snatches a piece of fabric to cover her lower half.

They find him how he's been for the past twelve minutes. The same position that he's been in since he called for help through the tribe bond.

Cradling your shaking, pale form in the blanket that you've grown attached to. Balling his eyes out in your neck as you cling to him for warmth.

You don't notice them, and neither does Hongjoong until San speaks up in a frightened voice.

"Hongjo-"

"San!" He stands quickly, making you yelp as it feels like he's rattling your bones like a wind chime. You stay clinged to him despite the fact it hurts. You don't want to face the over-polite mermaid or the stranger woman. "You have to help," his voice is broken, depressed, nothing like the scary and demanding voice you heard on the wreckage or the calm and passionate one you've grown to expect from him. "She's rejecting my bite."

The woman gasps and places a hand over her mouth in shock, nearly collapsing into her mate with wide eyes. San steadies her on her wobbly feet before approaching the two of you slowly.

    "Put her down, Hyung."

   "What?" Hongjoong growls, brown eyes quickly turning a deep black as he feels threatened, squeezing your trembling body closer to his, hiding your face in his chest.

   "You need to get away from her, it's ma-"

   "Don't tell me what to do!" He yells, pushing San back as he gets to close for his comfort, backing up into the wall of the small room.

   "Hongjoong, she need to be a-"

  "No!"

    They stop their screaming match when you whimper loudly, shaking hands going over your ears. Sans gaze softens and he looks down at his feet. Hongjoongs eyes quickly go back to a comforting warm brown, his scales flushing blue. "Precious," he whispers, placing his hands over your own.

    "Hongjoong, you need to listen to us." The woman speaks lowly as to not frighten you more, "you aren't thinking straight."

   "I'm listening," he grimaces, never taking his eyes off of you.

    "You need to let go of her. It's only making her body reject you faster." She states matter-of-factly, approaching much slower than San did.

   "I told you that you were being too clingy," San murmurs quietly, following behind his mate until they have the two of you cornered.

    Hongjoong outright hisses at his brother, baring his teeth and wrapping his arms around you tighter, "she needs me!" You shiver and begin crying as another yelling match ensues between the men, the woman sighing and holding her hand on her hip.

    "Why don't you ever listen to me? I already have my mate and she's fine! I told you, and look what happened, fucking dumbass!"

   "Show me some respect, brat! I raised you when nobody else would take in a mutt!"

   "At least this mutts mate isn't dying!"

"I'm dying?" You whine, looking up at Hongjoongs seething face. "Hongjoong?" You whisper through your tears.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I? H-"

She slaps the both of them simultaneously, shocking them and scaring the daylights out of you. Both of their eyes flash black, Sans going back to normal when he sees it was just her. But your captors eyes stay pitch black, sharp teeth peeking out from his lip as he growls lowly.

You push away from him and fall back without his support, collapsing into the hard cave floor.

   She stops him before he can reach for you, slamming him back onto the wall with a dull thud. "Shut the hell up, and get your head out of your ass if you want her to live! Don't you remember Yeonjuns mate? Huh? How he did the same exact thing and refused to listen and we had to bury her?" Her voice cracks with rage and unbridled sadness, "so sit down." She slams him down onto his behind and crouches, looking back to see as San lifts you up by your shoulders gently and pulls you out of the room.

    "Hongjoong-" You whimper, making him shiver.

   "Just let me get her comf-"

  "No! Leave it to the mutt," she spits his words back at him venomously, clearly angry at how he addressed her mate. "Let's have a talk, Joong."

   She sits down, right in-front of him incase he decides to make a run for you. "Don't be an idiot like he was. Don't make us bury another innocent girl. Don't make us banish you... we need you, and we'll need her soon. Get out of your own head and listen."

   He takes a shaking breath and retracts his teeth, eyes slowly lightening as he leans back into the cool wall and hugs his knees to his chest.

    "You need to be away from her. Her body is in shock from your hormones. You will go with San to fetch Yu-"

  "I can't leave her like this, she needs me."

   "No she does not." She stands her ground and sizes him up even though he is her superior. "She needs to see Yunho and go from there. If he says, 'oh,well she's just in shock from the cold' or 'oh, it's an infection', then you can coddle her all you want. But if he says, 'she is in shock from your hormones', then I will personally be keeping you ten feet away. Understand?"

   "B-"

  "Understand?!"

  "...Yes, Angel. I understand."

--

You awake with a start, groaning loudly as pain like no other wracks your body. The last thing you remember was San dragging you away. You passed out the second he dropped you on the nest.

Scanning the cave slowly, you find yourself alone. Or so it seems until the brunette woman from before is suddenly infront of you. You yelp, causing a string of coughs to rattle your lungs as you crawl away from her and slump against the wall.

She, like San, stays just outside of the border of the nest. She's kneeled down with a wooden cup in her hands, smiling gently at you. "Hello." She speaks softly.

"Where's Hongjoong?" You ask shortly. You may not be comfortable around him, but you certainly aren't around a stranger. Especially a siren stranger. You would feel safer with him. You would feel warmer.

"He's out to fetch the doctor with San. The will be back soon, don't worry," she settles down and crosses her legs under herself, holding out the cup. "Some herbal tea. It may not do much, but it will warm you up."

You eye the cup suspiciously, sniffing the air as if it will tell you if the drink is dangerous.

"It's just herbs, I promise. Hongjoong would have my head on a stick," she jokes lightheartedly and urges the cup forward, sitting just at the border of what seems to be safety with a small smile.

She doesn't seem threatening. Probably only five feet tall and no claws or teeth to be seen. But the scales on her cheeks give her away. And you refuse to trust any siren after what you've witnessed. "No, thank you." You cower into the corner where she can't reach and hope you haven't angered her.

"Okay, then." She nods and sets the cup down beside her, eyeing you up and down. "I'm Angel." She says.

You hum in response and curl up in the blanket tightly, keeping it just below your eyes so you can see if she makes a move.

"Sans mate."

"Mhm."

Despite the fact you're clearly uninterested in conversation, she speaks again. Only this time, you don't mind what she has to say. "I was kidnapped as well."

"What?" The words slip out before your brain comprehends, another fit of coughs tormenting you as you try to swallow them back down. The words seem surreal. Is that what has happened to you? Does kidnapping count if it's by a creature whom you're fated to be with by a God you didn't know existed?

It makes your head pound harder to think about.

"Mhm...four- or was it five? Five years ago."

"Five years?" You nearly choke. She's been here five years without escape? It makes your heart break for the both of you. It makes you wonder how many other humans have been kidnapped and turned.

"Yup. I was on my way back home from school abroad. Ship got sliced to Hell and there came the tribe." She seems to notice your unease as your lip trembles. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-" She cuts herself off and sighs, looking around the cave until her eyes land on your chest, and the fabric piled around it. "Hongjoong is a designer, did he tell you that?"

You appreciate Angel's attempt to take your mind off of the situation, but your mind is still racing over the fact that there is certainly no escape for you. "N-no."

"Of course he didn't, he hates to brag but also he secretly loves it. He was bragging even about how cozy he had made his den for y-" She watches wordlessly as you stand and drop the blanket, legs shaking as you carry yourself to the edge of the water. "(Y/n)?"

   Five years? You can't survive two days without your family. You'd wither away within the week at this pace.

You stare at your reflection for a moment, barely registering the shuffling behind you as she stands up.

   Maybe it's the raging fever. Maybe it's your existential dread. 

    Whatever reason...you let yourself fall face first into the source of your pain.

"(Y/n)!"

    The yell is muffled by the water flooding your ears. The water clings to your clothes and hair, hugging you tightly. You let the water cleanse your soul before you open your eyes; seeing Angels blurry figure leaned over the edge, watching as you sink.

You close your eyes again and you're back home with Hyunjin setting the table as you and Yeji chase your little siblings around. Minho walking in like he owns the place and snatching you up over his shoulder while he scolds you about being so mean to the little ones. Your father knitting in his chair and watching the lot of you fondly. Your mothers ashes watching over you from the lit fireplace.

       She tugs at her makeshift skirt as she searches the water for you with purple glowing eyes. She curses under her breath, panic evident as she dives in after you.

     The splash shatters the peace you've made for yourself. Your back softly collides with the sea floor, your lungs are begging for air- but you refuse. The dirt knocks loose and floats around you. A hand tugs at your shirt, but you open your eyes and fight back, pushing her away with all your might. The loud clicks from behind are lost to you as you struggle against her as she tries to drag you back up.

    The fight makes it all to hard to hold your breath, and you open up your lungs and let the sea water flood them. She screams, bubbles rising up as she desperately tries to pull you up.

She's pushed away by a flash of red and you're being raised to the surface as you flail. You collide with the ground harshly and cough, lungs eternally grateful for the strange man who threw you up even though you give him the darkest glare you can muster as you spit up water.

His pale blue hair hides his expression as he surfaces from the hips up, but you can feel his gaze focused on you. Hongjoong surfaces right behind him, not bothering to be modest as he climbs up quickly and scurries over to you.

"(Y/n), what the hell was that," he screams, lifting you off your back and turning you to your side, making your lungs empty the rest of the water.

"Get off me," you screech back, crawling away from him and into the bed. Uncaring as you soak it. You fold yourself up and push your back into the corner, hiding your face in your knees as you sob and snot all over your pants.

Multiple splashes later, you can hear multiple sets of wet feet approaching. You peek up and see that it's the man and Hongjoong, San comforting Angel by the smoldering rocks that once was a fire.

"What the fuck was that?" You're shocked by his words, eyes wide and teary. Why are your emotions being like this? You hated him five minutes ago and now all you want is to hold him and cry. "You don't know what's down there, you could have gotten hurt!"

"I know what's down there, what's down there kidnapped me!"

He gasps, scales and eyes burning red with emotion. "I didn't ki-"

"Yes, you did, don't try and lie to me! I want to go home," you sob, fisting up a scrap of fabric from the bed and throwing it at his face.

"Okay, let's-"

You cut the man off with a high pitched scream, throwing the next fabric at him. "Get out! Get out! Go away!"

    San cradles Angel close to him as she cries, watching the scene unfold with a heavy heart. He goes to stand and intervene as you kick at Hongjoong, inductively wanting to protect his leader even if he's mad at him. She grabs his wrist and shakes her head, and he sits back down slowly: holding her as they watch silently.

    Hongjoong slams your ankles to the ground and holds them still and you writhe. "Stop!" He growls loudly, eyes glowing a bright red. You still under his gaze and sob loudly, opening up your arms weakly.

He gives the man a quick glance before diving into your arms and lifting you up, holding your soaked form flush against him and holding your head as it bobs with your cries. "What's happening to me?"

    You watch cautiously over his shoulder as the man kneels down, now covered by a loose pair of shorts. He sets a small briefcase next to him and catches your eyes quickly.

"That's what I'm here to find out."

--

what started as a one shot inspired by san and woo in the van has festered into an entire plot in my head and i'm so thankful that people liked the part because i NEED to write this story. thank you so much for the love you gave the first part and i hope that you enjoy the rest <3

DJANGO masterlist

' my chess game at the end of this century will be trouble ' - DJANGO, ATEEZ

Chapter One : DJANGO

San and Wooyoung focus

Chapter Two : DUNE

Yeosang and Seonghwa focus

Chapter Three : WAKE UP

Yunho and Jongho focus

Chapter Four : OUTLAW

Hongjoong and Mingi focus

Chapter Five : BOUNCY

ot8

Epilogue : THE WORLD

Shells mini masterlist

i made the mermaid joong art plz don't steal it 😭

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

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    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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hi,

i am extremely burnt out and feel my content isn't as good as it should be, or as good as it has been. the more i write the more i feel bad for putting out bad stories. for that, and personal reasons, i'll be taking a break. feel free to send requests and aks, i will still be looking at them. please be understanding.

stay safe friends, here is a kitty joong for your troubles

Shells

Chapter Four

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you for the support during my break, i've been working on this chapter for a good long while so i hope you enjoy it 🩶

"And from all this gloom, life can start anew..."

✫彡wordcount: 2.6k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): captivity, sickness, medical malpractice(technically!?), needles, not proof-read

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass s @wnewoo @catwhisk MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San has to physically restrain you after Hongjoong pulls you from the nest, holding you in a strange headlock with your arms squished against your head. Angel wipes her eyes and sits by your feet, holding them down with a shocking force.

    Yunho, as you briefly caught, rummages through his brief case in a clear panic as Hongjoong-curled up in the corner with his hands over his ears to block your cries for him- screams at him to hurry.

     "Please, Hongjoong, don't let them hurt me! Don't let them hurt me! Why are you doing this," the words lash at his already bleeding heart. And the screech you let out as you see Yunho retrieving a large syringe makes it collapse on itself.

     "Please, Precious," he cries from his hiding place, unwilling to let you see him crumbling, "Yunho will take care of you. He is the best doctor in the c-"

     "No! No!" Your yells make him whine, and in return; San holds you tighter and screams at the poor blue haired doctor.

     "Knock her out already, dimwit!"

   "Sannie!"

    Angels grip loosens as she scolds her mate, allowing you to toss and turn for a moment before a voice booms out and still the chaos.

   "Just what is going on here?" It shakes the walls, knocking Yunho to his behind and scrambling to get the dropped syringe. The remaining sirens all stand at attention and bow their heads.

    Hongjoong eyes flick to you in a warning way as you blubber and push yourself up.

      "Hello, I asked a question! Why is she still awake?"

    Your eyes finally meet the voices owner and you're lost for thought. Blonde hair past his waist, spread on the surface of the water as he floats. An aura of authority radiates off of him. But, you don't feel scared. This siren doesn't active your fight or flight.

     "Yeosang, I ca-"

    "I don't want to hear from you." He snaps at Hongjoong, turning his attention to Yunho, who's rapidly approaching you from behind. "About time, Yunho." He speaks lowly as the syringe pricks past your skin and a cool liquid floods your senses. "I could hear her screaming from Ormasse. I could barely think."

"I'm sorry, Prince."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls himself up on the ledge and inspects you as you dizzily crawl towards the safety of the bed. "I assume you haven't done the exam yet. She seems a difficult one."

Hongjoong holds his breath and slowly lowers himself back to the floor, watching as Angel gently leads you away from the bed and towards the sunlight.

"No, she has quite a bit of fight. It took us half an hour to get her out of the nest, she caught on t-"

"Get it done quickly so we can help her. No more human deaths on my watch. Whatever she needs we will provide as a clan. Am I understood?"

They all chime quietly in union, and he's gone before your head rolls back to face the water. You think for a moment he was a fever induced hallucination, but the tense nature of the sirens and the ripples in the water tell you otherwise.

San carefully rests you in Angels lap, and you don't have the strength to fight anymore. "What did you do to me?" You slur quietly, shaking from the chill in your blood stream.

"A sedative. Do your limbs feel heavy?" Yunho picks up your hand by the pinky and lets go, watching it flop back to your side. "Perfect." He turns and drags his case closer, metal objects catching the light and blinding you briefly. "I'll just need to check a few things to determine if the soul mark is the cause. Nothing invasive, a normal checkup and a some tests."

The tears fall freely from your eyes like they're droplets from a broken faucet, unstoppable as they glide down your face and onto Angel's thighs. She soothingly rubs her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her with big eyes.

"Yeji?"

"Yej-" She looks to Hongjoong confused, squeezing your shoulders softly.

"Yeji, I'm so cold..." You stir in her lap softly and lay face down, holding her close in your delirium, "sing me a song... the one Mama sung."

Hongjoong crawls closer as Yunho uncaps a needle and flips your arm, working to find a vein while you're distracted. "The one Mama sung... uhm-" She looks to San, who shrugs and shimmies close on his knees, watching you suspiciously as you cuddle into his mate.

"So dear friends," you mumble, "your love has gone... only tears to dwell upon." Hongjoong scrambles to your side the moment he hears your weak singing, uncaring of the stern look Yunho gives him.

He flops onto his stomach beside you and reaches for your limp hand, gently laying his finger tips over yours, crying silently as it shocks him. But he doesn't move, not one bit. He stays close as Yunho finishes his examination, your shaking voice magic to his ears, even as you trail off to sleep.

    "And then from all this gloom, life can start anew. And there'll be no crying soon..."

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    "I have news."

    Hongjoong finally moves as Yunho speaks. The first time he's done so in hours. He groans as he moves his head away from you to look at Yunho. His eyes are dark and dull.

    You're still slumped in Angel's lap, the soft strokes she gives your head keeping you in a deep slumber. San had protested and said that she should move away because they don't know what's wrong with you and he'd kill you if you got her sick. But she didn't budge either.

     She kept herself leaned over you protectively, doing her best to comfort you in your unconscious state and going as far as making San bring her a blanket to lay under you and sing you as song as you stirred.

   San went from sulking in the corners to pacing the room to screaming at Yunho to hurry up and back again.

    Yunho, the poor doctor, was simply trying to focus as he watched your blood sample. And when his slit eyes finally caught a glimpse of what he was looking for, he fell over in his chair.

     "What is it, is she dying?" Hongjoong pesters as he sits up. "Tell me." His voice booms with an authority that makes the others lower their heads, and your body instinctively rolls towards him. He has to hold back another wave of tears as his heart aches to reach out for you.

     "No. She's not dying." Everyone's eyes are on him. "She isn't reject the bite either."

    Hongjoong breaths a sigh of relief as he immediately takes you up in his arms and scurries to the nest, pressing his back to the cool wall as he cradles you close.

    "She's accepting the bite faster than anyone I've ever seen. Her body is in shock from her own hormones, not yours." Yunho speaks precisely, professionally, digging around in his bag, "she needs more human hormones in her system, is all..."

    He strokes your cheek with his thumb. Thanking The Huntress that he wasn't the cause of his Precious's pain. Barely registering the words that are being spoke around him, unaware of the glare San continues to give him.

    When Yunho approaches with a syringe filled with dark red liquid, Hongjoong cups your neck so he can't prick you: simply glaring at the man as he steps into your nest. "Who do you think you are?" He growls.

     "Hyu-" A simple glare from him shuts San up, leaving him glowering as he squeezes Angel close.

    "Get out of our nest!" His voice sounds out loudly, shaking the walls of the cave and waking you with a start.

     Your heart thunders in your chest as your eyes flick to the water where your last memory was situated, feeling his hands over your neck, the sudden heat of the world. "Hong-" You can barely slur out his name before his teary eyes are on yours, the life back in the in an instant as he sees your opened eyes.

    "Precious, oh thank The Huntress, my (Y/N)," he peppers your face in kisses: uncaring as you cringe at the attention.

    "What's happening?" You turn your torso, eyes immediately landing on Yunhos feet past the border of your safety. "Get out of our nest!" Your words echo Hongjoongs, his heart soaring with pride as you fully turn and push the man, albeit weakly, causing him to finally back up. You fall out of his lap and push the mans leg until he lands a few inches away before flopping down on your side and coughing.

San holds Angel back with a hand on her stomach as she tries to approach, letting Hongjoong handle the situation as he rubs your back soothingly. "Get it out, Baby." He peeks at the syringe in Yunhos hand heart tired of breaking at your pain, "what is it?"

     Yunho takes a breath to speak before his eyes land on you, clicking in their language instead. All of the sirens seem a bit taken back. Hongjoong hides it the best, simply nodding and holding your hair out of the way. "Give it to her." Angel nearly gags, turning into San's chest so she doesn't have to witness as Hongjoong holds you down softly as Yunho forces the needle to break through your skin.

"It shouldn't take long." You peek at Hongjoong with wide eyes as Yunho speaks.

"Don't worry, Precious, it's just some vitamins, you caught a sickness from the water." His words ease the weight of the fluid as it spreads through you, and you don't bother to realize how Angel is actively gagging.

"It should kick in soon, I'll stay until it does to make sure that it's the right dosage."

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The mated duo had long left, leaving the three of you in an awkward silence for a long while until you got the energy back to sit up on your own.

Hongjoong dives down, however hesitant to leave you, to gather some food. You admit that you would have rather had Yunho go, but as he keeps his space from the nest and minds his own business unless you speak first- you find yourself enjoying his company as the minutes drag on.

"How could you tell?" You ask suddenly, spooking the siren.

"Sorry?" He shuts his book and gives his attention to you.

From your spot in the far corner of the nest, curled up in your favorite blanket, you clarify, "that the water made me sick. It seems impossible to tell... I thought for sure that my hormones were killing me, it felt like a period time nine-hundred." He seems taken aback as you chuckle quietly, shuffling in the rickety chair. "I'm curious, is all. You don't have any equipment or labs I'm assuming."

He fixes his posture and clears his throat before speaking. "I could see the virus in your blood. I have very good eyes." Before you can open your mouth to ask, he responds, "not all sirens can see what I do. It takes some focus and practice and a lot of headaches but I can see pretty much every molecule if I try hard enough."

"That's... that's really cool." Your soft laughter catches him off guard for certain this time. "So you can see like..." You look around the cave and point at the wall, tapping it excitedly, "you can see all the different sediments?"

He nods softly and smiles as you get up close the the wall and inspect it. "That's crazy!" You exclaim as you fall back into the corner with eyes filled with curiosity.

By the time Hongjoong resurfaces, you and Yunho are cracking joke left and right as you share stories. He tells you how he pissed Hongjoong off by saying his stitching was uneven by half a millimeter and you tell him about the time you cut your brothers kite to win a bet that yours would fly longer. You're in the middle of laughing at the fact that a siren named Wooyoung is apparently very easy to distract despite fact that he has super-hearing when he sets the net down, catching the both of your attention.

"Joong!" You jump up, leaving the safety of the far corner with the blanket wrapped around you. He watches you, eyes filled with emotion as the nickname reaches his ears. "Did you find us something good?" He's almost as shocked as Yunho was when you cracked your first smile. But his happiness at the fact that you're already getting better overshadows it.

"Y-Yes, I got a species that you haven't tried before, I hope you like it~." He coos as you bend over the fire pit and begin working. There's no doubt in his mind that you'll be a good den-mother to the tribe. The only set back is that you don't have enough time to adjust as he'd like now that your body is processing his mark faster.

He smiles over Yunho, who smiles back. "I think I've probably over stayed my welcome," he speaks softly as he gathers up his things, "she's adjusting better than I could have imagined, as long as you keep her on track with treatments, she'll be ch- better in no time!"

"Ah no," you protest, peeking over your shoulder at the two as Yunho hands over a small bag of syringes, "won't you stay for supper?" Your puppy dog eyes are no match for a siren, and they simply chuckle at your antics.

"I don't think we're quite prepared for dinner guests, Precious," Hongjoong feels light headed as you turn your pout specifically to him.

"Soon?" Your begging eyes nearly have him giving into your every request, ready to force Yunho to stay for food just to see you smile once more. But he knows better.

"Soon, Love."

"Perfect!" You turn back to the fire, lighting it up quickly and tossing the blanket back to the nest. "Come help me then, I'm starving," your small giggle makes him fall to his knees and slide to you, quickly working to prep the fish.

Yunho looks on for a moment with a heavy heart. Once you found out the truth about your condition and treatment, you'd surely never smile at Hongjoong like you are now again.

He sets the bag of syringes down, praying that you never find out the truth about what's inside of them.

He dives into the water without another word and leaves the two of you alone in your temporary domestic bliss.

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